Weave A Noose, Burn The Bear

Fields

Son, what did your mother do 
Weaken my mind 
You just weaken my mind 

Break these rules that control you 
Break my resolve 
You just break my resolve 

Ride heavy to lovers arms 
Smothering arms 
These are smothering arms 

Ill keep you safe you wont come to harm 
Bring me to harm 
Please just bring me to harm 

Theres a place we ought to go 
These fields are dead and i should know 

Winter corners from behind 
We dont mind 
Cause were already cold 
And our words they are bitter now 

Summer gold skin on you 
Burnt by your hand 
I was burnt by your hand 

Wasted weeks feeling bitter and blue 
Bitter and blue, i was bitter and blue 

Take hold to your lovers charms 
Accommodate you 
To accommodate you 

Traded on things that were hidden in lies 
Hidden from you 
They were hidden from you 

Theres a place we ought to go 
These fields are dead and i should know 

Winter corners from behind 
We dont mind 
Cause were already cold 
And our words they are bitter now